I’ve never been the Queen of Drama,
But the Oxford Comma
Causes me stress, strain, and trauma.
Semi-colons by comparison are easy;
Their rules are far less breezy.
No need to get all ill, upset, or queasy.
Periods don’t take a whole lot of thought.
They never make me even mildly distraught,
Happily aiding my characters, dialogue, and plot.
What about exclamation points, the curious might ask.
Are they apt to lead you to the flask?
No. Not even those are a chore, job, or task.
Sweet little colons are also not too bad
I use them so seldom; they make me not sad.
And as this poem finds an end, aren’t you happy, joyful, and glad?
But comma dilemmas really haunt me a lot.
The nuances of usage I still do not got.
But enough of this silliness, absurdity, and rot.